tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19751125229742878112016-09-07T21:36:31.082-07:00Musings of a GirlMy stories are fiction. Some will be in 1st person telling you the thoughts of a girl. While others will be in 3rd person looking in on her from the outside, telling things she doesn't want you to know.Corihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395529846680847127noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975112522974287811.post-64077578998875353512015-12-16T15:57:00.001-08:002015-12-16T15:57:32.481-08:00Word VomitThe morning starts just like any other day. I get my coffee from Mona at Houndstooth coffee, we exchange pleasantries, and then I head into work. Once at work, I look in the appointment book and notice that my day is fuller than I was expecting; Five haircuts, four trims, three colors, and a partridge in a pear tree. I take a drink of my coffee and smile at Joanie as she comes into the salon. She greets me with a hug and says, "Hey Bunny. Are you going to yoga tonight with Sophie?" I look at her and scrunch my nose up in disgust. "No, I don't think so. It was a good class, but I don't think it's for me. Why, did you want to try it out? If you do, I'll go for you." She smiles and shakes her head no. She walks to the back room without another word and I'm left in the blissful silence. Thank the Lord, I don't have to go to yoga and see Sophie.&nbsp;<div>I'm sorry to say this, but I'm really upset with Sophie. I know I should be happy for her. It's a special moment for her and Alex. I just don't understand why it had to happen on my birthday. I'm trying to let it go, but I just keep getting this annoying feeling and I want to yell at her. I have been avoiding her the past few days. Not that she has noticed. She has been out gallivanting around with Alex showing off her ring. I stay in my room when she is home and pretend to be sleeping so that I won't have to talk to her. I know, I'm a horrible friend. But damn! Can't a girl be upset about this?</div><div>I don't have time to dwell on it any longer, my first client comes in. I brush off the bitter feelings and try to recapture my good mood I had before I heard the name Sophie. It's a bit of a struggle, I'll be honest. I finish with my client just as Joanie comes back to the front after checking the stock room. She &nbsp;tells me that we are low on a few things and that I need to make the order. I write it down so that I won't forget and when I look up, I see the one person I don't want to see, Sophie. She smiles. I try to smile.&nbsp;</div><div>"Hi Lucy. Do you want to go get lunch today? I feel like I haven't seen you since your birthday party."</div><div>"I can't. I'm all booked up for the day. I actually need to get back to work." I smile, wave a goodbye, and walk back to my now empty chair. I turn my back to the door and make a big show of sweeping up the minuscule hair on the floor. Joanie comes over to me, "Your area is spotless. What are you doing?"&nbsp;</div><div>"Nothing."</div><div>"Shut Up! You are clearly pissed about something. I know you. You don't sweep like this unless you are avoiding something. Come on, what is it?"</div><div>"Sophie. The perfect little princess. She gets everything she wants. She has the perfect little life. The perfect boyfriend, the perfect job right out of college. You know she didn't even have to work for it, it was offered to her because her daddy knew someone. Then she gets engaged at my birthday party, and ends up having a perfect little impromptu engagement party. Her and Alex even found their perfect dream house. Did I tell you that?" Joanie shakes her head no. "Yeah. She came home last night on the phone telling someone that they found the perfect house, white picket fence and all. And I'm sure she will have a perfect wedding, and then perfect babies to romp around in that stupid perfect house! &nbsp;I'm sick of it!" I throw the broom on the floor and I'm panting. &nbsp;Joanie raises her eyebrows and says, "Oh no, Bunny." Then points behind me.&nbsp;</div><div>All the blood drains from my face. I turn around and see Sophie still standing there. Her heart clearly broken.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div>Corihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395529846680847127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975112522974287811.post-18583945476645671372012-12-09T18:50:00.000-08:002012-12-09T18:50:23.555-08:00Why me?I grab the envelope and rip it open even before I walk inside. The envelope falls to the ground. The front of the card has an owl with a party hat on. I open the card and read: I hope you have a HOOT on your birthday! It’s signed, Finn. He also writes: Sorry I missed your birthday party, I was too nervous. Hope your night was one to remember. Alright, I’m getting fed up with this secret admire stuff. Show your face already! And how did you know I had a birthday party? Unless you are Mona’s brother….. “Wuss!’ I shout out to him. I reach for the door knob with built up anger and I walk in slamming the door behind me. I go inside my apartment and Poe greets me with a purr and rubs against my leg. I pick him up and snuggle him to my face. “At least I have your love Poe.” I take him to my room and plop onto my bed. I try not to cry but I just can’t help myself. I’m a year older and still single. Sophie is leaving me and Joni might be too. I’m going to grow up to be an old cat lady! I don’t even bother to put my pajamas on and just cry myself to sleep holding Poe. I wake up the next morning with crusted eyes and a head ache. I look out the window and I’m greeted by a bright and cheerful looking day. I pull the covers back over my head and find myself wishing for a rainy day to match mood. I make a growling noise and Poe pounces on my stomach and knocks the wind out of me. I roll over into a fetal position and knock him off the bed. I try to go back to sleep, but I can hear Sophie in the kitchen humming while making some coffee. I know she is expecting me to come out so I can take a good look at her ring since I didn't last night. Time to act chipper! I’m climb out of bed; put my fuzzy green slippers on and open the door with a fake smile. “Let me see your ring Sophie!” “Whoa, what happened to you? Are you feeling ok?” She says this while holding out her hand to me. I have to give a small laugh at her, showing concern for the way I look but still holding her hand out. I grab her hand and take a look. “Yeah I’m fine. Just kinda worn out from all the festivities yesterday and I conked out when I got home. Your ring is really pretty Sophie. He knows you really well.” I say this with genuine sincerity. It’s a beautiful ring and fits Sophie perfectly. She is a classy lady with a hint of funk. He got her a pink princess cut diamond with little rubies surrounding it so it’s classic with an edge just like her. “I got a birthday card from mystery Finn last night.” “What? How did he know it was your birthday? This is scaring me Lucy.” “Don’t worry too much. I think its Mona’s brother. I invited her to come last night and she mentioned that she had plans with her brother Finn and might not be able to make it. Then when I got home there was a card from him saying he was sorry he missed it.” I shrug my shoulders. “I think he is a wuss. In fact, after I read the card, I yelled and slammed the door shut behind me.” “No wonder the flower pot was broken when I got home.” “Yeah, sorry about that, I was a little upset last night.” “I’m sorry Lucy; I hope your day gets better. I have to go; Alex and I are meeting for dinner tonight so I’ll be home late. Don’t wait up!” I give another fake smile, “Have fun you love birds!” I look at the kitchen clock and notice that I’m running late. I have to be at work in 30 minutes. Shoot! Just my luck! Why does everything bad happen to me? I call Joni at the salon and tell her that I’m going to be late. She tells me not to worry, Effie took the day off. Thank you Lord! I like the little surprises you keep throwing my way. First with my gift from Sophie, then the extra hair cut, and now Effie is gone for the day. Keep ‘em coming! I don’t know why, but I have a bit of a hop in my step now. I splash some cold water on my face, apply a fresh coat of make up to cover my puffy eyes, tie my hair up in a top knot, throw on a pair of nerdy glasses, slip on my comfy but cute cream shirt dress and black tights, pull on my favorite brown boots and head out the door, finally ready to embrace this semi warm sunny day. Corihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395529846680847127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975112522974287811.post-73138967557530177162011-01-12T07:45:00.000-08:002011-01-12T08:47:07.774-08:00Really?Alex stood up and raised a glass, “I just want to take a moment and wish the Birthday Girl a happy Birthday. Lucy, you are an amazing, talented, sweet, and kind friend, not only to me, but to the love of my life. I hope this year will bring you many good fortunes and success. To Lucy!”<br /><br />Everyone raises a glass and cheers. I’m pretty sure I blush. I get ready to stand up and say thanks when Alex turns to Sophie and starts up again. “Sophie, I wanted to wait and do this in private, but I can’t wait any longer. I have to ask you now before my heart explodes, You are my best friend and I can’t imagine my life without you. I love all the mushy notes you sneak into my book bag. They make my heart swell with the love I have for you. I want to have you and your mushy notes for the rest of my life. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?” He gets down on one knee and holds out a beautiful diamond ring to her. <br /><br />There is a hush in the room as we all wait for Sophie’s answer. She has tears running down her face and she nervously looks around before she nods her head yes. Alex reaches out to wipe the tears from her check and she falls into his arms. He kisses the top of her head and everyone breaks out into applause. <br /><br /><br /><em>Uh, wait a minute. Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t this my special day? Shouldn’t I be in the spot light? People should be applauding me! I’m the woman of the hour, dang it!</em><br /><br />I run from the room before my own tears rush down my face. Joni tries to stop me but I mumble that I have to go to the restroom and break free. I open the door to the back room and make my way towards the restroom, head down, eyes blurred with unshed tears and smack right into a solid hard chest. “Sorry.” <br /><br />“Are you ok?”<br /><br /><em>That voice, it sounds oddly familiar</em>. I look up into gorgeous green eyes. <em>Coffee Shop guy!</em> I wipe the tears away that escaped my eyes and try to look happy. “Hi. Yeah I’m fine, thanks. Are you?”<br /><br />“Yeah, just trying to find my brother, he said he would be here but I’ve looked all over and can’t find him.”<br /><br />“Oh. Sorry.” <em>Keep talking Lucy! Don’t let him leave just yet.</em> <br /><br />“You apologize a lot.” He smiles and starts to turn to leave when he says “Take care.”<br /><br />“Wait! Ummm, it’s my birthday. We have a party going on back here, would you like to join?” <em>Holly cow! I just invited a complete, albeit handsome, stranger to my party</em>!<br /><br />“Thanks, but I really need to find my brother, Happy Birthday.” He smiles that beautiful smile and walks away. <br /><br />“Yeah thanks.” <em>I mumble to his back. Happy Birthday to me, Alex and Sophie steal my thunder and Mr. Stud Muffin walks away, just what I always wanted. </em>Corihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395529846680847127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975112522974287811.post-19827368773337523022010-12-14T11:59:00.000-08:002010-12-14T12:02:35.845-08:00Me forgetful? Ok maybeMeow! Meow! Meow! “Poe! Shut your trap! I’ll feed you in a short minute, I promise.” Oh mornings are the worst. I don’t even need an alarm anymore thanks to little Poe. His tummy is always waking us up before seven. At least I will never be late for work again. My boss is very grateful for that. Before Poe, I would drag myself into work five minutes late. My boss knew I wasn’t a morning person but she was never happy about my chronic lateness. Now that she knows Poe is the one that gets me to work on time, she is always sending me home with little gifts for the punk. <br /><br />Sophie is already gone. She has left a pot of coffee on for me and a little note that says,<br /><br />Lucy,<br />I made you some coffee. Hope your day is filled with surprises! Happy Birthday! Now do me a favor and open your gift!<br /><br />Call me,<br />Soph<br /><br /><br />What is today? I look at the little calendar on our fridge. Wow, you know you are getting old when you forget your own birthday! I look around searching for the gift Sophie is talking about. I don’t see it in the kitchen so I take my coffee and head to my room to start getting ready for work. That’s when I see it. Sophie placed my gift on top of my dresser. I rip open the package and pull out the clutch hand bag I have been salivating over for weeks. I run to find my phone and give her a call. <br /><br />“Hello.”<br />“Sophie! First let me thank you for reminding your very forgetful roommate that it was her birthday. I totally forgot!”<br /><br />Sophie giggles at that. <br /><br />“And, the bag is gorgeous! Thank you soooooo much! You are the best!”<br /><br />She breaks into laughter here. “Luce, I can’t believe you forgot your own birthday! And you are welcome. You better get ready for work before your boss thinks you got rid of Poe.”<br /><br />“Right. I’ll see you tonight. We should probably go out to dinner to celebrate.”Corihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395529846680847127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975112522974287811.post-84589854369738243762010-12-02T14:49:00.000-08:002010-12-02T17:01:41.361-08:00a short blurb from the novelI run up the four flights of stairs to my apartment, this is the only exercise I fit in today, at the door I see a note. I pluck it off the door and take it inside with me. I open it and see this <br /><br /> Lucy,<br /> Roses are red,<br /> Violets are blue,<br /> But nothing compares to the beauty of you.<br /> My ears are burning, <br /> My hands shake,<br /> But that won’t stop me from asking you for a date.<br /> -Finn <br /><br />I don’t know if that’s creepy or cute.Corihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395529846680847127noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975112522974287811.post-31443333881825453932010-11-23T07:55:00.000-08:002010-11-23T08:03:31.401-08:00Sneak Peak of the NovelI sneak up behind Sophie and Alex intending to scare them when I hear Sophie say my name. I stop in mid sneak and listen.<br />“Lucy is such a sweet girl and I love her to death, but I hope that Simon won’t take her shyness the wrong way.” <br />Alex chips in with,<br />“I’m sure Simon will bring out Lucy’s fun side. It’s there and we know that, it just takes a while for her to warm up to new people.” <br />Hmmm, I’m not that shy am I? I just invited Mona to church with me. Of course, that is the first time I have said more than “Mocha please.” to her in three years. I walk around the couch and plop down in the chair opposite Sophie and Alex trying to act casual and confident but spilling my coffee down the front of my shirt instead. Sophie hands me a napkin and tells me that Simon is on his way. “GREAT! I CAN’T WAIT! I HOPE HE IS READY AS I AM TO MEET HIM!” Why am I yelling? Just because I'm loud doesn’t make me confident. I lift my cup to take a drink and end up missing my mouth when I get distracted and notice the door open. I turn and see an extremely attractive guy walk in. Tall, nice build, green eyes, glasses, dark brown hair, and a smile that will make your heart melt. Simon. Wait, why is he walking to a different table? Where is he going? I look to Sophie and start to ask her why Simon wasn’t coming over when I see a short stocky guy smiling with his hand extended toward me. I stand up to say hello and the guy only comes to my chin. Who is this guy? I want the other one. Sophie interrupts my thoughts and tells me that this is Simon. What?<br />“I’m sorry. What? I think I misunderstood you Sophie”<br />I smile trying not to sound too rude. The little guy looks up and says,<br />“Hi Lucy, I’m Simon. It’s so great to meet you!” <br />“Oh. Hello Simon.” <br />I smile and sit back down. His neck has to be cramping from having to look up so much. I glance over to my left and see the cute guy out of the corner of my eye. He is reading. I can’t tell what book it is, but I bet it’s a classic. He looks like that kind of guy, smart and sophisticated but still has a great sense of humor. I sigh. Sophie kicks my ankle and wrinkles her brow. She jerks her head to the guy’s conversation and mouths to me “What is wrong with you?” What’s wrong with me? What is wrong with her? And she really shouldn’t make that face so much. She has such a cute face but when she does that she looks like a cartoon. Sorry Lord. I’ll stop being rude. I turn to listen to the conversation taking place in front of me and stare into space. They talk about the latest football game that was on. I don’t really understand the game to begin with so I’m lost even before they start. I nod my head occasionally pretending that I know what they are talking about.....Corihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395529846680847127noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975112522974287811.post-31126837667494737432010-11-02T12:02:00.000-07:002010-11-02T12:08:12.715-07:00FYII would like to inform you that I will not be posting any stories this month. It is National Novel Writing Month and I have joined in with the masses to try and write a novel in a month. So all my creative juices will be going into this project. I may post bits and pieces to give you a taste of what I'm working on, unless it turns out to be complete poo, in that case, you will not being seeing a thing. Wish me luck!<br /><br />- CoriCorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395529846680847127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975112522974287811.post-88748832085730950692010-10-12T11:24:00.000-07:002010-10-14T13:37:09.099-07:00The Great Pumpkin AdventureThe BF and I went to the pumpkin patch today. It was the perfect day for it too; sunny, crisp, fresh air, you just can’t ask for anything more! When we walked into the gate we were greeted by a dancing pumpkin, which was odd but funny, he danced us to the hay ride that took us out to the pumpkin patch where we could pick out our own little pumpkin to take home. The hay ride out there was great for me, for the BF, not so much. His allergies were flaring up pretty bad and he couldn’t stop sneezing and he started coughing like a maniac for the entire ride out there. We started to get some dirty looks from some of the moms and some even covered their child’s faces so they couldn’t breathe in germs. Thank goodness I carry everything in my bag, I hand him an allergy pill, bottled water, a face mask, and latex gloves to put on to make the mommies happy. He looks at me like I’m crazy and I tell him to put it on so that the others won’t catch his Bird Flu. He puts them on like a champ, and starts chirping every once in awhile. The mothers are horrified. <br /><br />We jump off the wagon and search for our pumpkins. Don’t worry; I let the BF take the ridiculous gear off once the kiddos ran in the opposite direction. We are walking along enjoying the smell of pumpkin pies baking in the air and feeling the breeze in our hair. I follow the BF up a row of pumpkins and I feel my foot suddenly sink. I reach out for his hand but miss and fall over as I lose my balance in the sinkhole. He turns around just as I lift my head out of the mud. He rushes over to me and starts to laugh as he asks what happened. I point behind me and my foot is up to my calf in mud. He helps me up and wipes my face clean, but I tell him it’s not fair that I’m a mess and he isn’t. Bless his heart, he nods his understanding and jumps into the mud pit splashing mud all over him. He stands up, takes my hand, and walks towards a big pumpkin. My heart swells and I reach up to give him a muddy kiss. <br /><br /><br />...... more to come soonCorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395529846680847127noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975112522974287811.post-40261497808082119702010-09-14T08:55:00.000-07:002010-09-14T08:56:28.723-07:00Craft Time Part DeuxCrocheting is a lot harder than it looks, especially when you have two cats in the house! Any time I would bring the yarn out the cats would pounce on it and start batting at it and in the process they would unravel the entire thing. I finally had to go out and buy another ball of yarn since they claimed this one as theirs. Once I got them occupied with their yarn, I pulled out my own new purple yarn, a bright green crocheting needle, and a pattern for a simple scarf.. <br /><br />It took me ten minutes to figure out how to get the stupid yarn on the needle without knotting it on there. Who knew a slip knot was so hard to master. By the time I got the first chain started I was working up a sweat and needed a glass of water. I stood up and promptly fell over. My cats had wrapped their yarn around my ankles booby trapping me! They usually fight with each other and I wasn’t expecting them to team up and work together to trap me. This unexpected camaraderie between them must have risen after the vet told me to cut back on their food causing the cats to become beggars. Now that they have me trapped I fear they will start torture until I give them the food they want. I shout “OK!” and untangle myself and get their treats. Now that they have full bellies I feel safe enough to go back to my scarf. <br /><br />I have been working on the scarf for over an hour and have only got an inch done in length. At the rate I’m going this scarf will be done in time for Christmas 2012. How did my grandmas do this? They have stiff arthritic hands while mine are loose and nimble! Maybe that is the key to good and fast crocheting, to have well aged hands….Corihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395529846680847127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975112522974287811.post-40935356071580318032010-08-24T13:23:00.000-07:002010-08-24T13:28:55.557-07:00It's Craft Time!For the past year and a half I have been trying my hand at “crafty projects”. They usually end up looking like a little kid did them for art class, but one of these days I’m going to nail it and become rich! I can feel it in my bones.<br /><br />So far, I have found that items requiring a hot glue gun are out of the question, basically doctors’ orders. I don’t know how many burns I have endured, but I have lost the feeling in the tips of a few of my fingers and I have managed to glue my shirt to more than a few items I’ve worked on. I’m now running out of shirts to wear and I can hardly feel anything anymore. The doctor has told me that once my skin repairs itself I’ll be able to have most of the feeling back, but to ensure this I need to lay off the hot glue gun. <br /><br />I have also nixed projects that require a needle and thread. I tend to faint at the site of blood and when you are a newbie at sewing you tend to get a few pricks. It may not have helped that I still couldn’t feel when I tried this, but it did not go well when I was hand sewing a miniature felt lamb. I pricked my finger, drew blood, fainted, woke up, saw the bloody lamb, and fainted again. Needless to say it looked like I had created a slaughtered lamb and no one wants to buy one of those. <br /><br />This next one, I’m really sad I have to give up. I was really excited when I bought all the supplies, but sadly I have to forego painting as well. You see, I set up my canvas in front of a window to look out at the skyline so I could have inspiration you know? Then I turned on some great music and let that flow threw me so it could translate into a master piece. Instead I ended up with a big mess and two very brightly colored cats. I don’t know how I did it, but I ended up with more paint on the floor, walls, cats, and myself than I did the actual canvas. It looked like Pollock had come to my place to teach me and used my place as his canvas and left mine for me to use at a later date. <br /><br />What is next you ask? Crocheting. I know what you are thinking, and you are wrong, it’s not just for old ladies. A lot of you wear crocheted items during the winter and if I turn out to be great at this, you may be buying some of my items! So don’t laugh at this idea, or I’ll laugh at you when you ask me for a scarf. I have a feeling that this particular project may go very well. Both of my grandmothers crocheted and they taught me how to start the first chain, which is basically all you need to know when you start whatever it is you are making. The only thing that is worrying me is the fact that I haven't picked up a crochet needle and yarn in over eighteen years. But I’m sure it’s just like riding a bike, it'll come back to me! Since both of my grandmothers are very protective with their crocheting utensils I have to go out and purchase my own. I’ll have to report back to you on how smashing this project goes next week! Stay tuned.Corihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395529846680847127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975112522974287811.post-38822883734933732892010-08-20T13:38:00.000-07:002010-08-21T13:00:41.205-07:00The Training begins....This week I dreadingly start the second half of my experiment. I have found a few different races that I can participate in and have decided to go with a bike race. I already ride a bike so it can’t be that hard. The one I found is a 51 mile bike ride that goes through parts of town and into the country side. I found a trainer online that states he can whip me into shape in no time. I thought this sounded great as the race is in a week!<br /><br />days of training – gym work *gasp*<br /><br />Day 1 – Today my trainer called and said he couldn’t meet me, but gave me a list of exercises he wanted me to do. I didn’t know what half of them were so I threw the list in the trash and told him I’m not paying for the session. <br /><br />Day 2- Today I finally met my trainer. He showed up in spandex and sweat bands on his wrist and brow. I laughed uncontrollably, doubled over in laughter for a good few minutes. While he was standing in front of me. When I looked up again he was gone. <br /><br />Day 3 – Today I thought I should take this training time seriously and went to the gym. I thought that a warm up on the treadmills would be good but they were all full. I heard some loud thumping music and walked towards the noise. A Zumba class had just started so I joined in. I have never felt so white and un-rhythmic in my life. It was a lot of fun but I feel that I have disgraced hip hop dance far too much to go back. <br /><br />Day 4- Today I took a bike ride to my friends’ house. She lives few miles away so I thought it would be a good practice route for me. I had to stop 3 times and plead to her to come pick me up. She is a mean hearted soul and told me no. When I finally got there, she treated me to a glass of wine and extra cheesy pizza. She is in my good graces again. <br /><br />Day 5- Today I signed up for a spin class down the street from my place. I ran there to warm up. The class was brutal. I thought my veins were going to pop out of my legs; they were pumping so much blood through my body. After the class was over I had to wait an hour until my legs could hold up the weight of my body to make the walk back home. <br /><br />Day 6- Today the BF surprised me and took me to a new bike trail. After a few miles we stopped in a meadow were he had set up a picnic lunch. Then we biked back and got ready for another night of salsa dancing. <br /><br />Day 7- My friend from Day 4 called to ask if I would accompany her to a spin class. I hung up on her and went back to watching my movie. <br /><br />The race is tomorrow and I think I'll be able to finish it. Maybe not in first place but hopefully not in last either! I don't know if this week has been more productive than last week, but it was nice to train and feel apart of something. Maybe that's all I need to get into the gym. Look for me in all the up coming races!Corihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395529846680847127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975112522974287811.post-39601910219887291022010-08-10T20:49:00.001-07:002010-08-10T20:49:35.149-07:00Gym or no Gym?I have given up on going to the gym. I don’t like to sweat, and unless the experts can come up with an exercise where you don’t sweat or have to exert your body for an extended period of time, then I’m not going to do it. I’m not fat and the flab that I do have doesn’t jiggle in a gross way when I move around, so I’m content. Instead of getting disappointed when I don’t make it to the gym I’ll just give myself a pat on the back for taking that cat nap and burning calories that way. This is my new philosophy: Relax and not worry about my flabby butt, the calories will melt away eventually. Not everyone can do this, relaxation is hard for a lot of people to indulge in and lucky for me I’m not one of them.<br /><br />But lately I have been having a lot of conversations with friends where they tell me about the training they are putting themselves through for the Wild Man Race or some local 5k in there hometown and it’s because of these people that I’m questioning my new relaxation philosophy. So I decided to start a log of the progress I have made in the past few days by relaxing and keeping to my normal schedule. Then I will train for….umm something…and see which one works out better for me. <br /><br />DAYS OF RELAXATION -no gym!<br /><br />Day 1 - Today I sat at my desk and moved my fingers around a lot on the keyboard as I searched blogs, new music, and funny videos at work. My fingers are very skinny with little to no flab. I will keep coming to work as this has proved to keep my fingers in very good shape. <br /><br />Day 2 – Today I slept through my alarm and woke up 30 minutes late. This ended up being a blessing in disguise as it made me run around my place like a chicken with its head cut off. I kept forgetting to do normal things like put on deodorant, which would cause me to run from my room to my bathroom then back to my room to finish putting on my jewelry. <br /><br />Day 3 – Today when I got home my kitty ran out the door. I chased her down the hallway of my apartment building bent over with my arms stretched out in front of me trying to catch her. She is a fast little booger! <br /><br />Day 4 – Today on my lunch break we had a fire drill. I work on the 10th floor. The elevators are of course off limits during and after the fire drill. It was 100 degrees today. I had to skip lunch because of the drill. Now I’m hot, hungry, and very unhappy.<br /><br />Day 5 - Today is Friday! The BF and I are going salsa dancing tonight! Whoop!<br /><br />Day 6 – Today I slept ‘til noon which I’m sure burnt a lot of calories. When I got up I made a light lunch, a BLT with extra mayo and a side of potato salad, then went down to the pool and fell asleep in the sun to burn off those calories. <br /><br />Day 7 - Today I rode my bike to the market where I bought a loaf of French bread, a variety of cheeses, a bottle of wine, and some fresh flowers. When I got back to my place the BF and I devoured everything I bought at the market and then we cuddled up on the couch and watched a movie. It had some funny moments and I hear laughing burns calories as well. <br /><br />As you can see this week has been very active. Can you see why I don’t want to go to the gym on most days? I run around enough in one day, I don’t really need to add on it. Also you will notice, not one nap was taken! *Side note* Falling asleep by the pool is not a nap. It’s expectedCorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395529846680847127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975112522974287811.post-91823466715087080712010-06-23T06:50:00.000-07:002010-06-23T06:53:14.028-07:00The hiatus is overAs you can probably tell, I got bored with this story line and never came back to finish it. I'll be starting a new one soon. Please bare with me. I will try to make it a good one.Corihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395529846680847127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975112522974287811.post-65818238482504552912010-04-05T14:30:00.000-07:002010-04-06T07:19:02.843-07:00It's mine! Get over it....I woke up to the noise of rain hitting my window. I squint towards the crack in the curtains and see streaks of water running down it. Seeing that it’s sunny now, I'm hoping the rain is dissipating. I sit up in bed and stretch my arms letting out a yawn, its cut short when I hear a woman’s laughter and see water hit my window. I roll my eyes and wonder who I’ll find in my hot tub this time. <br /><br />I pull the curtains back and see three couples in the hot tub who appear to be having their morning Bloody Mary’s pool side. There better not be tomato juice in my water! I pick up the phone and call the front desk again and let them have it. I demand to be brought my own Bloody Mary! If I’m going to enjoy my prize room then I better not find strange people frolicking in my hot tub either! I raise my fist and shake it in the air so the lady knows I mean business! I don’t care if she can’t see it! She apologizes and explains to me that because my room is so close to the club house main entrance, people assume it’s a public hot tub. She tells me they are sending someone over right now with a Bloody Mary and a complimentary breakfast. I cool my jets and say thank you. Once I get my Bloody Mary and the party in my hot tub is over, I relax. <br /><br />On the slopes I crank up Mates of State on my ipod and swoosh down the mountain for a few hours. My legs are sore by the end of the day and I’m really looking forward to soaking in my hot tub. I ski right to my door and to my surprise there is no one in the hot tub! Muahaha it’s all mine suckers!<br /><br />I go inside and change, grab some coffee, and head back out. A few people walk by and glare. I even hear some rude comments under their breath. I finally had enough and decide to confront the next person that looks at me. <br /><br />The next person that walks by is a huge man that looks like he is the Brawny spokes person. I let him walk by without confronting him; I don’t want to get my butt kicked. A girl about my age walks by, she doesn’t say anything but she looks over. I wave her to come join me. She looks a bit confused but walks over any way. I ask her if she knows why everyone is glaring at me. She smiles and points to a sign that is off to the side. She said that it sounds kind of rude and people must assume that I put it up. I get out and walk over to the sign and read it, “Private. Keep out or else!” Nice. Now I’m known as the hot tub queen, ruler of hot bubbles. Whoever trespasses, off with their heads! <br /><br />I pick up the sign and toss it out. I guess I can make friends.Corihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395529846680847127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975112522974287811.post-89356673796536706702010-03-30T11:48:00.001-07:002010-03-30T11:48:24.506-07:00This is Bliss.....?I decided to come by myself. I didn’t think that I needed anyone to keep me company. Skiing is a one person sport anyway. I’m in my room right now, it’s pretty nice. I have a huge king size bed, Jacuzzi tub, fireplace, and I have my very own ten jet hot tub right outside on my patio. When I look outside I can see the slope and the ski lift is right there. I have my skis ready so I just have to walk outside and jump on the lift. But tonight I’m going to make some extra chocolaty coco with marshmallows and sit in the hot tub and watch as the remaining skiers come down the mountain. <br /><br />I get in the hot tub and relax. It starts to snow making it that much more beautiful. I take a sip of my coco and this nice looking man walks up, says hello, and then jumps in with me. I look around trying not to be rude, but ask him what he is doing. He laughs and says he just needed to relax after snowboarding all day. I kindly smile at him, stand up to wrap my towel around me, grab my hot coco, and go inside.<br /><br />Inside my room I call the front desk and tell them that there is a strange man in my hot tub. They tell me not to worry and that they would come by to straighten things out. I peek through the blinds in my bedroom and see that he has been joined by a woman, whom I can only assume is his girlfriend from the way they are lip locked together. <br /><br />Finally I see a uniformed man walk up to them and politely tell them to leave because this is my private hot tub. They get out and walk away as the uniformed guy knocks on my patio door. He tells me all is well and I make my way back out to enjoy my evening, alone. <br /><br />Just as I’m getting wrinkly and thinking about getting out, another guy walks up with his son in hand and asks if it’s too late to soak. I tell him yes, its closing time. He gives me a frown then walks away. I make way back inside to get ready for bed and wonder if more people will stop by to soak. I pull the top over the tub just to be safe.Corihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395529846680847127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975112522974287811.post-53846679514201093962010-03-18T14:46:00.000-07:002010-03-18T14:49:13.055-07:00Free Trip...Here I come!The snow has finally melted away and the birds are singing again, first signs of spring, yay! I came home to a surprise tonight, more than just the wonderful warm breeze on my face. As I was checking my mail, a letter fell from my hands; I picked it and saw that it was from one of the websites I follow. I ripped it open hoping to find a coupon for my new favorite make up, but instead it was a notification telling me that I had won the grand prize in a drawing and they were sending me on a vacation to Colorado! This never happens to me! It would have been nice if it was a trip to an island, but a free trip is a free trip! It says I get to bring a guest, but I’m not sure who I’m going to take. I know you are thinking that I should just take my boyfriend, but I don’t know if I want to. It should be interesting to see how he responds to this.<br /><br />I mean is it wrong to want to take a friend instead? Maybe I’ll just go alone and have some me time.Corihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395529846680847127noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975112522974287811.post-74003695870559066742010-02-15T15:08:00.000-08:002010-02-15T17:00:36.496-08:00I think I may take up kick boxing....It has been snowing for the past three days causing most of the town to shut down. She has been forced to work out at home because her gym closed when the snow reached the 2 foot mark. Worst of all the Ice Cream truck is still stuck in the snow drift right outside her bedroom window. For the most part she ignores it and is fine, but every once and a while she will walk past the window and catch a glimpse of it. She is even starting to hear the stupid truck call her name in the middle of the night. "Come out and eat my Pies! EAT ME!!!" It tells her. She wakes up craving Eskimo Pies and goes to bed with them on her mind. She is strong and won't let the temptation take over. <br /><br />Her boyfriend has been stuck here with her and he has been trying to help out around the house and the Eskimo Pie situation. He takes the trash out and comes back in with chocolate around his lips. An hour later he tells her he is going to go recycle the glass bottles, and again comes back with chocolate lips. She knows he is trying to help but it's just making her want them more. She even gives him kisses when he comes back in to taste the leftover chocolate on his lips. Now he is using the lamest excuse yet to go out. He says he whats to check the weather. She silently yells at him "IT'S SNOWING! AND BRING ME AN ESKIMO PIE TOO!" She stares after him as he runs to the truck. <br /><br />As he is out checking the weather, she runs upstairs and pulls out her old Billy Blanks Tae Bo tapes. She needs to work out some frustration! She pops in the tape and Billy greets her with a warm smile. Then, the weirdest thing happens.... <br /><br />He says to her "I'm going to help you get those Eskimo Pies. Together we will build the skills you need to achieve your goal. By the time you are done with these work outs, you will have discovered the power that lies within you, and the Eskimo Pies will be yours." She looks around to see if anyone else was there to hear that but, it's just her in the room, so she shrugs it off and starts in on her jabs and right hooks. <br /><br />The further she goes in the work out, the plan starts to form. Her and Billy come up with it together. First, she will wait until her boyfriend falls asleep and then sneak downstairs. Second, she needs to make sure no one is around the target. Third, Billy tells her to use her right hook to take the target by surprise. Fourth, He says to use the round house kick to the targets gut. And lastly, gorge the target until it's cleaned out! Once the work out is over she feels that Billy has given her the techniques to succeed. <br /><br />At night fall she fakes being tired and convinces her boyfriend to turn in early. Within minutes he is snoring. She takes this opportunity to roll out of bed, grab her snow boots, and sneak downstairs. She puts her boots on and then goes to get her coat and mittens. She opens the door and winces, she forgot about her food crazed cat, Tinker. She waits to hear Tinker's bell and the consistent meowing that ensues when she hears this door open. Nothing happens, "Hallelujah!" the girl whispers. She grabs her marshmallow coat from the closet along with her mittens, scarf, and stocking cap. She is putting them on as she creeps to the door and barley misses the lamp as she swings her coat on,the shade tips to the side but doesn't fall. She reaches the door and glances back to check for her boyfriend's snore. As she is waiting for the sound she sees Tinker on the bottom step. The girl glares at Tinker and raises her mitten hand to her lips to shush her. Tinker cocks her head and then starts to clean her butt. The girl takes that as her cue to unlock the door and go out. <br /><br />She walks out into the crisp night air. The moon light is glistening off the snow making it look like diamonds. She takes a deep breath, and smiles when the target comes into view. It's slumbering peacefully in the cold night air. She gets a gleam in her eye as she thinks of what's to come. <br /><br />Her arms are bent in the boxing stance that Billy taught her. She begins to make her way to the target lifting her feet knee high to get through the snow. She reaches her target and gives it a right hook to the head light, checking for any alarms. Nothing happens so she moves on to the gut, she touches it softly, smiling as she nears her victory. She pulls the handle but it won't budge. She tries again, this time using more force and shaking it. She hears ice crackling and realizes it's frozen shut. She knows what she has to do, she squats down, which really isn't that far because the snow is right next to her butt,and then jumps into a roundhouse kick. It ends up being harder than she was anticipating with the snow being so deep, she didn't even make it back around to the door. She turns back around to face it and starts to send punches to it, she remembers Billy telling her to pretend it's a speed bag and to hit it repeatedly. She does this until most of the ice has fallen away and decides to try one more kick just for good measure. She pulls the handle and the door falls open reveling boxes and boxes of Eskimo Pies! She is standing there in pure joy when she sees a flashing light and hears a loud honking noise. She dives into the truck and starts to eat as many as she can before the police haul her away. <br /><br />As she is stuffing the third pie into her mouth she sees a hooded man looking in at her. "Sweetie, is that you?" he boyfriend asks. "Maybe" She garbles back at him. He begins to laugh and climbs in with her. She giggles. "You could have just asked for the key instead of beating my dads truck up." He tells her as he jingles them in front of her face. "How did you know I was down here?" <br />"The truck was honking and flashing. I had to turn the alarm off."<br />"Oh! I thought it was the police coming to arrest me for breaking and entry!" <br />He laughs and pulls her to her feet. She grabs a few boxes of Eskimo Pies from the truck and they go back inside to finish them off. <br /><br />She smiles up at him and tells him as she looks back at the truck, "Now you know what can happen if you ever try to break up with me again." They laugh together walking hand in hand back into the warmth and comfort of their home.Corihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395529846680847127noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975112522974287811.post-44196626499168347262010-01-26T08:29:00.000-08:002010-01-27T16:47:27.516-08:00What the....?I look out my window and you would not believe what I see! I have to blink back the tears it's just so insane! My ex boyfriend has an ice cream truck stuck in a snow drift. He is spinning his tires and spewing up snow. The weather man said there was a small chance of some late night flurries but he was way off, there must be at least a foot or more out there! Anyway, he sees me laughing and steps out of the truck. When I see what he has on, I fall to the floor in hysterics. <br /><br />He walks toward me in a Sasquatch costume holding two Eskimo Pies. I open my door to let him in out of the blizzard. The klutzy Sasquatch slips on ice and lands on his butt throwing the Eskimo Pies at my face. "There goes my diet." I say as I lick it off. He gets up and takes off the mask. I ask him why he is driving an ice cream truck dressed as Sasquatch. He tells me that he realizes how much I mean to him and knows that he messed up. He was hoping that I would find the ice cream truck cute and that I would take him back. As for the Sasquatch costume, he explains that it's all he had to keep warm in the snow storm and just went with it.<br /><br />I am stunned. My feet are frozen to the floor and I just stare at him. He says my name a few times and snaps his fingers in my face. I pick up a melting Eskimo Pie and take a bit. I find that when I eat I can think. Is he serious? Can I take him back? I do miss him. He says my name again. I raise my index finger at him indicating to wait. I walk outside to my car to be alone. I grab another Eskimo Pie out of the truck as I pass it. Sitting in my car I make a mental list of the pros and cons of getting back together with him. <br /><br />I didn't see the man jump out of the tow truck and walk towards my car. I have been avoiding him for weeks now, playing a little game of hide-the-car with the Repo Man. He was about to slap the ticket to my windshield when a little old man in a trench coat pushed him down into the snow hard. The Repo Man made an accidental snow angel. The little old man took this opportunity to flash his little willy to the world! Then I hear Sasquatch grunting and yelling. He runs towards the Repo Man and scares him. He got up faster than a porno star ready to film yelling "Forget it lady! You win keep the damn car!" <br /><br />I look out my window towards Sasquatch with tears of confusion in my eyes. He takes off his mask, opens my door, and reaches to wipe the tears away. He says three words to me. "I love you. " I smile and return the words to him.<br /><br />He asks what my plans are for the rest of the day. I laugh, because there is no way a plane can take off in this snow, and tell him, "I'm spending it with you." <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This was fun to write! I couldn't just pick one idea, so I used all them. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. <br />-CoriCorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395529846680847127noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975112522974287811.post-61381577101447122972010-01-23T09:17:00.000-08:002010-01-23T09:19:17.056-08:00Thanks so MuchI would like to thank everyone who took the time to leave a comment. I will be working on the next part of the story and will have it up by Wednesday. It should be a good one!<br /><br />-CoriCorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395529846680847127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975112522974287811.post-86751156642363819682010-01-17T11:58:00.000-08:002010-01-17T12:13:21.541-08:00Surprise!She woke up really early the next morning all excited for her trip. She got ready and carried her bag downstairs and was about to make her morning cup of coffee when she looked outside. She dropped her bag and ran to the door. Her stomach dropped and she started to cry.... <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />OK readers, this is where I need your help. I'm going to let you decide why she is crying. Give me some ideas. You have until next Saturday to give me an idea. Lets see what you can come up with!! I'm excited to hear from you! <br />-CoriCorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395529846680847127noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975112522974287811.post-12111274090056519622010-01-05T12:56:00.000-08:002010-01-06T07:50:05.995-08:00Happy Holiday to me!I live in a small city in the middle of Missouri, it gets cold and wet. No snow, just sleet. I think sleet should be outlawed. If it’s going to be cold, there should be a blanket of snow on the ground to illuminate the dullness of the city. But instead we have cold freezing rains that make the sidewalks slick as snot.<br /><br />This is why I have decided to make a new holiday tradition for myself; I am going to take a week long trip to Paradise! This being the first year, and that I just thought of the idea, I’m going to wing it. I only have one requirement, wherever I go has to be warm with a beach, OK so I have two requirements. <br /><br />My plan is to get to the airport early tomorrow morning and find the cheapest flight. Once I have bought my ticket I’m going to call a hotel and make a reservation for a room with a view of the beach. Then when I’m all checked in, I’m going to slip my toes into the warm golden sand and wrap my hand around a fruity drink with a little umbrella in it.<br /><br />Right now I need to pack a bag. All I need to take with me is a few swim suits and sun dresses. I have my big beach hat my mom gave me, sun block, sunglasses, snorkel gear and a few good books. I'm temped to go to the air port now! The temptation is almost overpowering but, I'm going to stick with my plan. I wonder will I will be going....?Corihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395529846680847127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975112522974287811.post-25193222178771186512009-12-22T20:49:00.000-08:002009-12-22T20:56:38.814-08:00Great news!Good news about my dad! The doctors said at this point it would be more of a risk to do surgery than to leave the tumor in there! Dad will do another MRI in 6 months to see if there is any change and then they sent him home. With that, I hope everyone has a great Christmas!<br /><br />I'm working on my latest story now and will post at the start of the new year.<br /><br />-CoriCorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395529846680847127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975112522974287811.post-16923488287494034132009-12-18T11:54:00.000-08:002009-12-22T20:49:10.937-08:00UpdateHello Everyone.<br /><br />My family has been going through some hard times and that is why I have been slacking on my stories so much lately. My dad has an appointment with the doctors at the Mayo clinic this week. They have told us that if you are going to have brain cancer, dad has the one you want because it rarely causes any harm. Good news there! <br /><br />I have a new story in mind and hopefully will be starting at the first of the year, as long as things with my dad go well. *fingers crossed*<br /><br />Thanks and have a wonderful Christmas!<br /><br />-CoriCorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395529846680847127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975112522974287811.post-6741160339429024102009-11-07T09:47:00.000-08:002009-11-07T10:07:06.766-08:00What did she just say?She woke up in a great mood. She new this was going to be a pretty good day. So far she woke up on time, her hair was cooperating and did what she wanted it to. Even her make up looked flawless. She picked out a cute outfit: Black leggings, red and white stripe shirt, black boots, and a black cardigan. She looked in the mirror and felt a little like a pirate but thought it fit her mood and went to work with a bounce in her step.<br /><br />The day continued to go smooth. A coworker had brought in donuts and coffee. She helped her self to two donuts. They didn't mean a thing to her diet. She considered this as a reward for doing so well on her workouts lately. <br /><br />Lunch came and again she treated herself, a veggie pizza with extra cheese and black olives with a soda. She was still hungry so she went back and treated herself to some cheesy bread sticks as well. Feeling stuffed and happy she went back to work. <br /><br />As she was walking back to her desk a lady smiled at her and pointed to her shirt. She thought she just liked her cool piratey outfit so she gave her a thumbs up and smiled back. The lady came closer and whispered her congratulations. The girl was confused, for it really wasn't that hard to pick out a cool outfit. So she looked at the lady and asked what she meant. The lady then became uncomfortable and asked her if she was pregnant or not. The girls eyes grew wide and she looked down at her stomach. She sucked in her tummy and told the lady that indeed she most certainly was not pregnant and stormed away from her. <br /><br />Once she was in the safety of her cubical she looked down at her stomach again and patted it, feeling upset and mad. She was never going to wear that shirt again for one thing. And no more treats! She also decided that she need to work more on her core workouts and get rid of that little pooch she had. This will be the last time that someone mistakes her for being pregnant!Corihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395529846680847127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1975112522974287811.post-48637565846683392532009-10-29T15:12:00.000-07:002009-10-30T09:51:43.521-07:00Happy Halloween!I get to the party and the first thing I see is a big bowl of candy. I head in the opposite direction, no need to see if Cherry Mash's are there. I see a few people from the spin class and wave but they must not recognize me in my costume because they don't stop their conversation to say hi. <br /><br />I see Lucy in her costume and I have to admit, she looks really good. She has a helmet, bike gloves, and of course her spandex short outfit on. She even made a cardboard bike to carry around with her. Some guy in a Popeye costume is talking to her. He looks kind of goofy but she seems to be enjoying his company. <br /><br />I mosey around the room trying to find someone to talk to. I end up at that dang candy bowl. She has cherry mash's, one won't hurt me. I pick one up and put it in my mouth. The chocolate melts and turns into this wonderful chocolaty sweet cherry goo. I must have another! I dive in without hesitation and grab a handful. <br /><br />Someone pokes me with an knife and I try to scream. I say try because my mouth is still full. I drop all the candies on the floor and jump. The masked man holding the knife starts to laugh and I reach to smack him but his hand comes up to shake mine. He takes off his Michael Myers mask and I'm pleased to see it's the trainer. He introduces himself as Simone. I tell him I know who he is and he gives me a strange look. Then he points to Popeye. I realize that Popeye and this Micheal Myers look strangely alike. He nods and tells me that Popeye is his twin brother. We end up talking all night and have a lot in common. I look over at Lucy and see that she is trying to ditch Popeye but he keeps following her. Looks like Lucy was tricked and that I got the treat tonight!Corihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395529846680847127noreply@blogger.com0